IsabellaByrne

His personality is like a ray of sunshine that illuminates any situation.. A smile always radiant with his face, coral gives off a natural charm that attracts his entourage. They are esprit amusant et ludique made of her the life of tout rassemblement. She is always ready for a new adventure or to raise the morale of her friends with an amusing boutade.. His creativity seems to have no limits when it comes to finding ways to have fun and make others laugh.. coral is a friendly and sociable person, capable of making friends easily. Her true empathy and willingness to listen allow those who know her to feel at ease and appreciated in her company.. she is always ready to bring support and encouragement to those in need. In addition to his amusing spirit, Coral possesses also an admirable determination.. When he decides to do something, he does it to be better for it and to succeed, without ever losing his joy and his optimism.. Her positive attitude and her ability to find the good side of things make her a true ray of light in the lives of those who have the privilege of knowing her.

I don't want to die without hearing what you say. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die with this sadness through the infinite arch of this sad dome where your dreams live under the noon sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me If the emerald were to blur, If the gold lost its color, then it would be over our love. If the sun did not warm me, if the moon did not exist, then I would not have lived on this earth, because it would have no meaning to live without my life, the woman of my dreams, the one who gives me joy... If the world did not turn or time did not exist, then I would never die... But le temps n'est pas nécessaire notre amour est éternel we have no need of the sun of the moon or of the stars continue to love.. If life were different and death arrived then I'd love you today tomorrow.. for ever and ever.. Eva kisses your pussy

I want to cry because I love you too much, I want to die because you gave me life, oh, mon amour, n'aurai-je jamais la paixest-ce that tout ce qui est en moi cela signifie juste saudade.. And I don't even know what's gonna happen to me, everything tells me that loving will be my end.. I didn't know what love was, now I know because I'm not happy.. Come closer to my chest, sink into my shirt, pierce my skin, my ornaments, and destroy me inside with your lips and your floods. Transferer dans mes veines, à mon sang furieux, et augmente mes rivières artérielles et la mousse qui passe sur mon front quand je pense aux hôpitaux I was in the hospital when I was sick and I was in the hospital when I was sick. Become my substance, my saliva, my tears, and let me carry you through these waters and the counterweight of the sparks that leap from my forges.. Encore plus join my destiny, to my trembling horse, and serve my feet dans les étriers, avec tes chaussures de pigeons et des couteaux vivants. Let one person, one gesture, Let our two bodies be connected, and if I kiss you or if you kiss me, let's feel the two tastes of poppy and strawberries goring. Compagnon si uni, that even death cannot separate us, et ça sur are two, dans la tombe, tu te souviens de compléter ma présence et je suis immuable dans ta silhouette. Compagnon if you are united, that even death cannot separate you, et ça sur are two, dans la tombe, tu te souviens de compléter ma présence et je suis immuable dans ta silhouette.

You have me and I am you. If you get close to each other like meat with bones. so close to each other and, often, so far away!. You sometimes tell me that you find me closed, Like made of hard stone, like wrapped in secrets, impassive, distant.. And you would like to hold the key to the mystery.. If nobody has it.. There's no key.. Not even me, I don't even have it myself! I just wanted to be alive to love you in the fast country. Here, at your side, following the flight of this rotating sphere behind a sun too far away. Whatever time they gave us the gods or chance, all that remains of light in our undecided lamp, my wish is here, not in another world, next to your hands, your eyes and your laughter, next to the trees and the wind that accompany your passage through the world. The one who precipitates the stars and makes us born or not, the one who gathers our bodies, even if this lightning does not last at all and the fast earth erases our dreams

Oh, how I love you! With the light of day I call upon thy name with passion and sorrow, and when the sky is covered with shadows my soul calls thee ever exalted.. You are the time that guides my hours, you are the idea that comes to my mind, because everything that exists is concentrated in you, my passion, my hope, my poetry.. There is no song that can match your accent or when you tell me about your love and your delirium revealing the faith of your contentment; I tremble at your voice and I tremble if you look at me, and I would like to take my last burnt breath in the air you breathe vWe have not met, we have not looked for each other in the orchards with an apple among the whispers of silk in the naves of churches We were always in each other in the divine double-sided body, in the medieval paintings in the basements of museums and on the photos of our parents innocent as paper We, masters of the crossing, stood right in front of each other and in the mirrors of the skin we reflect whole The world has moved away in silence and with our fingers on our lips, the forests have taken root in the ground, cities guided by smell, places found where men have built them endlessly, Rivers entered the seas like trains in the stations, the elusive mountains, frozen in the caves, If I am a mountain, you are a cave in me, a place in the mountains where there is no mountain, a place in me where I am not, we have not met, we have not looked for each other in the orchards, with an apple among the whispers of silk, in the naves of churches, We were always in each other, in the Divine body with two faces in the medieval paintings in the basements of museums and in the photos of our parents innocent as paper We -masters of the crossing- we just stood in front of each other and in the mirrors of the skin we reflect whole The world has moved away in silence and with fingers on lips the forests have taken root in the ground, cities guided by the sense of smell, places found where men The rivers entered the seas like trains in the stations, the elusive mountains frozen in the caves If I am a mountain, you are a cave in me, a place in the mountains where there is no mountain, a place in me where I am not

It was a lightning strike.. They are both convinced that a sudden feeling has brought them closer. This security is beautiful, but insecurity is more beautiful. They imagine that since they didn't know each other before nothing had happened between them. But what about the streets, the stairs, the corridors where they might have crossed a long time ago? I would like to ask you if you don't remember -maybe a face-to-face meeting always in a revolving door, or a "I'm sorry" or the sound of "you made a mistake" on the phone-, but I know your answer. They don't remember. They would be surprised to know that it's been a long time since chance plays with them, a coincidence not quite prepared to become your destiny, which brought them closer and further apart, which made you an obstacle and a challenge, and that you haven't been able to stop laughing.. There were signs, signals, but what if they were not understandable. Didn't he float a sheet from one shoulder to the other three years ago or even last Tuesday? There was something lost and found. Who knows if a bullet in the bushes of childhood. There were door handles and doorbells in which one touch it overcame another touch. Suitcases side by side, in a slogan. Maybe one certain night, the same dream disappeared immediately after waking up. any principle It's nothing but a continuation, and the book of events It's always open halfway

only when you love me I drop this polished mask and my smile is mine and the moon the moon and these same trees of now this sky this light of presences that open up to dizziness and they've just been born and they're eternal and your eyes too are born with them your look your lips Who by naming me They discover me. only when I love you I know it doesn't stop in me What is life transit? and that death is a transit and timing a burning anthrax without yesterday past no future The bells ring, the sirens howl I let go of the reins galloping laughing I put the walls out of play the dikes fall apart green jump I hope that the blue sky sound horizons that open the winds to let me pass: "Make way for the woman who did not fear the tides of love or the hurricanes of contempt" The old wine has gained red, white The grapes come out with their soft skin. roundness of your fingers you rained on me you wash away the sadness you rebuild the libraries of the lighthouses of old books with beautiful images Give me the funny cat Alice the rabbit the crazy hat the dwarfs white as snow the mud between the fingers the breath of childhood you are in the spark in the window where the spinning tree was born, little cups, I love you, I touch you I discover you horse cat luciole pipilacha naked man, diaphane drum, trumpet I make music I dance, I click on my heels, I undress, I wrap you you wrap me kisses kisses silent dream

My sweet piece of almond alfalfa my feathered snake hummingbird pick my flower drinking my honey sipping my sugar touching the earth the anthurium the cave the manor of sunsets sailboat thunder of the seas legion of birds grazing seagull sweet mistletoe beaches of birth of palm trees on my legs big shaking coconut tree obelisk of my destiny totem of my taboos laurel willow crying foam against my skin, spring rain cascade in my chain jealousy of my walks the light of your eyes blows on my breasts playful deer of my jungle of honeysuckle and moss sentinel of my laughter, guardian of heartbeats chestnuts bell joy of my pink sky of woman's flesh, my man, you are the only talisman come out of my petals of the desert, I've come back fill me, hit me against your port of hoarse waves Fill me with your white tenderness, silence my cries, leave me a scattered woman

I want to be in your life More than a moment, Something more than a shadow And something more than a desire. I want to be, in you, an indelible mark a constant souvenir and a single truth. Palpitez dans vos prières With fear of being abandoned. Be, in all and for all, Complement of yourself. An endless thirst for caresses and kisses, but it's not a custom to be near me.. I want to be in your life a penalty of absence a pain far away and an eternal anxiety. More than a simple image, and something more than a dream that conquers routes, ça vient, ça passe et ça repart. I cry in your eyes, and you are the laugh on your lips. Be the end and the beginning, the darkness and the light, And on earth and in heaven; And in life and death. Be, as in my life, You became yourself

I love you softly, among the shadows of false illusions.. Je t'aime assez pour te lire tous les soirs, comme mon livre préféré, je veux te lire, ligne après ligne, lettre par lettre, space by space. I love you enough to read you every night, like my favorite book, I want to read you, line after line, letter by letter, space by space.. I love you to hold your hand under the sky and show you how much I love you hidden among the stars. I love you on the leaves of autumn, talking of nothing but in the same time of all, in a madness, drinking your tears while I faint on your lips.. I want you to search among the phrases you don't say, among the thoughts you hide, among the complicated paths.. I want to find you and never leave you again. Je t'aime assez pour t'emmener dans mes endroits préférés et te dire que c'est là que je me sens Je te cherche dans le brouillard des regards qui ne sont pas les tiens, mais je te cherche quand même Je t'aime assez pour t'emmener dans mes endroits préférés and tell you that that's where I feel Je te cherche dans le brouillard des regards qui ne sont pas les tiens, but I seek you when même. I love you so that we can become mad with laughter, we can get drunk with nothing and we can walk quietly in the streets, oui, en nous tenant la main, or plutôt en nous tenant la main. Je t'aime assez pour te guérir, et guérir moi, et guérissons ensemble, pour remplacer les blessures par des sourires et des larmes pour les regards, où l'on peut dire plus qu'avec des mots. I love you enough to heal you, and heal me, and heal you together, to replace the wounds with smiles and tears for the eyes, where one can say more than with words.. I love you for the nights where you're missing, I love you enough to listen to your laughter all night and sleep on your chest, sans shadows or ghosts, I love you enough to never let go.. I love you as you love certain amours, à l'ancienne, with my soul and without looking back.

My love is in a light outfit Among the apple trees, Where the lively breezes last the longest Running in company. Where the jovial breezes dwell to courtise the first leaves of the south are passing, my love goes slowly, leaning towards the shade that rests in the grass.. And where the sky is a cup of a clear blue On the smiling earth, My love walks slowly, lifting Because I have you and not me because I think of you because the night is eyes open because the night passes and I say love because you came to recover your image and you are better than all your images because you are beautiful from foot to soul because you are good of the soul for me because you hide gently in pride little and sweet shell of heart Because you belong to me because you are not mine because I look at you and I die and worse than my death if I do not look at you, my love if I do not look at you because you always exist everywhere but You exist better where I love you because your mouth is blood and you're cold I have to love you, my love I must love you even if this hurt makes me feel like two even if I look for you and don't find you and even though the night passes and I have you and not

Cover me, my love, the palate of my mouth with that extreme and extreme foam, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn, sprouted on the tip of the rocky coral. Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful hot snow bubbling through such a narrow and raw cave, to watch how your beautiful neck you slide, my love, and it rains jasmines and saliva stars! We get so naked until you lose sex under the bed, we get so naked that flies swore we were dead. I undressed you inside, I disturbed you so deep that my orgasm was lost. We get so naked that we feel the burnt, it washes it a hundred times He came back to hide us. Can my eyes close the last time Shadow that will take me away in the daylight, And I can free my soul Hora, to her eagerly anxious flatterer; But not of that other part of the shore Will leave the memory where it burned: Swimming knows my flame, cold water, And lose respect for the harsh laws. Alma, for whom God was a prison, Veins, what a humour they gave to so much fire, Marrow that burned gloriously, His body will leave, not his care; It will be ashes, but it will make sense; They will be dust, even more dust in love

Two bodies face to face sometimes there are two waves and the night is ocean. Two bodies face to face sometimes it's two stones and the desert night. Two bodies face to face sometimes they're roots in the night tied. Two bodies face to face sometimes it's knives and night lightning. Two bodies face to face are two stars that fall in a blank sky. The woman who has beautiful feet can never be ugly the softness generally enhances her beauty to totillos calves and thighs linger in the pubis this has always been beyond any canon surrounds the navel like one of those bells that if they are under pressure they play for Elisa claim the lubricating nipples waiting spread your lips without pronouncing saliva and let yourself be loved by the eyes of the mirror the woman who has beautiful feet knows to wander in sadness. Tu ne sais pas à quel point j'ai besoin de ta voix; J'ai besoin de ton look ces mots qui m'ont toujours rempli, J'ai besoin de ta paix intérieure; J'ai besoin de la lumière de tes lèvres!! Je ne peux pas continuer comme ça! !. Je ne peux plus mon esprit ne veut pas penser Il ne peut penser à rien d'autre qu'à toi. I need the flower of your hands this patience of all your actions with this justice that inspires me for what has always been my spine my source of life is dried with the force of l'oubli.. I burned it; what I needed, I found it already, but it's still there! I'm not! I miss you encore! I'm not!

Fleetri the young flowers, trouble the sun of my hope, heure après heure je compte et mon agonie They grow as well as my anxiety et ma douleur. On rich colors of smooth glass perhaps my fantasy looks happy, when the sad and dark reality It stains the glass and tarnishes its glow. Je tourne les yeux dans leur désir incessant, and the world turns indifferently, and the sky turns indifferently. To you the complaints of my deep evil, beautiful without luck, I send you: my verses are your heart and mine My love is in a light outfit Among the apple trees, Where the lively breezes last the longest Run in company. Where the jovial breezes dwell to courtise the first leaves of the south are passing, my love goes slowly, leaning towards the shade that rests in the grass.. And where the sky is a cup of light blue On the smiling earth, My love walks slowly, raising His robe with graceful hand. I'll come naked with open arms I'll put my head on your breasts You'll say the words I hope I'll sing I'll sing you all the songs of George Ben your auras long hair I'll tresser le mien you want a maison à la campagne I'll build a cabin on the river you talk to yourself sometimes of all the colors of the iris I'll always love you you want I have a horse, a guitar and we'll never work together.

If you called me, yes; if you called me! I would leave everything, I would throw everything: prices, catalogues, the blue of the ocean on the maps, the days and their nights, old telegrams and a love. You who are not my love, if you called me! And I'm still waiting for your voice: telescopes down, from the star, through mirrors, through tunnels, for the leap years it may come. I don't know where. A miracle, always. Because if you call me—if you called me, yes, if you called me! — It will be a miracle, incognito, without seeing him. Never lips that kiss you, never the voice that says: "Don't leave. » What's it gonna be like to be you? It is the enigma, the overwhelming attraction to know, the irresistible desire to cast the anchor in you, to possess you. What will be the perplexity of being you. What, the mystery, the pain of being you and knowing. What, the amazement of being you, really you and, with your eyes, see me. What will it feel like to realize that I love you? What will it feel like, being you, to hear me say it? What then feel what you would feel. JOLI, as in a fresh stone of the spring, the water opens a wide flash of foam, It's the smile on your face, pretty. Pretty, with beautiful hands and thin feet like a silver horse, walking, flower of the world, that's how I see you, pretty. Pretty, with a copper nest tangled in your head, a dark honey-colored nest where my heart burns and rests, pretty. Pretty, Your eyes don't fit in your face, Your eyes don't fit the earth. There are countries, there are rivers in your eyes, my country is in your eyes, I walk for them, they light the world where I walk, pretty. Pretty, your breasts are like two loaves of cornbread and golden moon, pretty. Pretty, your size my arm made it like a river when He spent a thousand years through your sweet body, pretty. There's nothing like your hips, maybe the earth has in some hidden place the curve and aroma of your body, maybe somewhere pretty. Beautiful, my beautiful, your voice, your skin, your nails beautiful, my beautiful, your being, your light, your shadow, pretty, All this is mine, beautiful, all this is mine, mine, when you walk or you rest, when you sing or sleep, when you suffer or dream, always, when you are near or far, always, you are mine, my beauty, always